Ground Hog Day

Honestly I do not make this stuff up.

This morning was an almost perfect repeat of yesterday. I was standing in the kitchen with Isabelle on my hip asking myself “Where the hell is Pepe?”

Redo the call.

After looking around the house, calling her name and knocking on her door – the similiarities to yesterday were alarming. Again, I find out that she is again on her way to Home Affairs! For fek sake!! I mean seriously where is our communication break down?

When I saw her last night I explained how traumatic yesterday was, and that she really needs to give me a 2 – 3 day reminder, because I really cannot actually take Isabelle to work with me – it’s not a viable solution. And, and and …. I felt I explained the problem of her going MIA very clearly – there was no grey area in my woeful tale.

And this morning, same shit, and Isabelle is back at work with me.

I did however scream and swear at Pepe on the phone this morning. I also tried to slam the phone down – it is very difficult to do that with a cell phone when you have to press a “virtual button” on a screen.

I hope it still sounded like I was slamming the phone down, because I was effing and blinding like a drunken herpses-infested sailor at the time!

Kennith

Because Dad was already half way to work and mom sleeps late while dad get’s up early to get ready for his day.
Previously when we were given forward warning, Dad did take the day off work to sort this out.

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